A Dust Girl

They say you are a beautiful girl.

I say you are a dust girl

Put into pieces to form a dirty whole,

Stuffed flesh with no heart or soul.

Your love, dry, fine and thin

Found in a plane and a dustbin.

Your sexy smiles poke my eyes

And gather a flood of tears.

A beautiful girl is made of true gold.

You’re made of dishonor and mischief.

Reckless and sightless,

You walk along a street or a flea market.

Like a homeless bitch,

You’re banished from every respectful spot.

With a broom and a bucket of water,

Your weaving dark fantasy

Is chased away; and very peacefully

I fall asleep.

Your night secrets are

Revealed in the first wide-wake moment.

Wedded to the dirt, faithful to the wind

You keep changing like a day’s face.

I, like the sun, have

One face and one known place.

In an arrogant stance,

I emit beautiful sunny smiles

On simple and respectful faces.

They say you are a beautiful.

I say you are a disgusting dust girl.